I remember walking through the halls of my Juinor High school, years back, with hundreds of people bumping and pushing, and thinking: "i wonder how many times i've seen these same people, and yet i've still never seen them before, i'm seeing them for the first time."
That's what this is about. Walking down the halls, you see all kinds of people, and everyone is there with a purpose. But you, just walking to class, are the lonliest, like a fish bowl, you are only a spektator.
I think the lines "Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear" and "[Eleanor Rigby] waits at the window, wearing a face she keeps in a jar by the door" are the most meaning full. The first one is like all the things you hear, and see, and that maybe someone has spent time working on, and you will never really see it, or remember it. The second one is like when you have a job where 'the costomer is always right,' and you always have to smile even though you don't have a need to, or you don't want to. It's pretty depressing trying to live life impressing others. I get this image of someone sitting in a run down, dark room looking out a window, which is a rather depressing scene, and the door bell rings. So she gets up and greets her guests with a surprised greeting and a smile. But then she goes back to sitting in her chair, looking out her gloomy window.
@ME68 I really love your opening lines in this response, and it really caused me to think. The truthfulness of this is awe-inspiring, and it makes me think of how anyone could dress themselves up and put on a face ("wearing a face she keeps in a jar by the door"), but you never really KNOW anyone until you speak with them for a while and can get a sense of them. The face, the mask, that one can put on can hide someone's bold soul, and lonely people have a bad habit of putting on that mask....
@ME68 I really love your opening lines in this response, and it really caused me to think. The truthfulness of this is awe-inspiring, and it makes me think of how anyone could dress themselves up and put on a face ("wearing a face she keeps in a jar by the door"), but you never really KNOW anyone until you speak with them for a while and can get a sense of them. The face, the mask, that one can put on can hide someone's bold soul, and lonely people have a bad habit of putting on that mask.
Every day at school, I get this same feeling as you, as if there are so many souls that I have never gotten the chance to know or talk to. All I see as I walk down the hallway, my music blaring in my ears, are faces. Smiling faces, frowning faces, laughing faces, faces that are covered by someone else's, all of which I have never really seen. One of my goals in life is to be able to "see" as many people's faces as possible.
I remember walking through the halls of my Juinor High school, years back, with hundreds of people bumping and pushing, and thinking: "i wonder how many times i've seen these same people, and yet i've still never seen them before, i'm seeing them for the first time."
That's what this is about. Walking down the halls, you see all kinds of people, and everyone is there with a purpose. But you, just walking to class, are the lonliest, like a fish bowl, you are only a spektator.
I think the lines "Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear" and "[Eleanor Rigby] waits at the window, wearing a face she keeps in a jar by the door" are the most meaning full. The first one is like all the things you hear, and see, and that maybe someone has spent time working on, and you will never really see it, or remember it. The second one is like when you have a job where 'the costomer is always right,' and you always have to smile even though you don't have a need to, or you don't want to. It's pretty depressing trying to live life impressing others. I get this image of someone sitting in a run down, dark room looking out a window, which is a rather depressing scene, and the door bell rings. So she gets up and greets her guests with a surprised greeting and a smile. But then she goes back to sitting in her chair, looking out her gloomy window.
@ME68 I really love your opening lines in this response, and it really caused me to think. The truthfulness of this is awe-inspiring, and it makes me think of how anyone could dress themselves up and put on a face ("wearing a face she keeps in a jar by the door"), but you never really KNOW anyone until you speak with them for a while and can get a sense of them. The face, the mask, that one can put on can hide someone's bold soul, and lonely people have a bad habit of putting on that mask....
@ME68 I really love your opening lines in this response, and it really caused me to think. The truthfulness of this is awe-inspiring, and it makes me think of how anyone could dress themselves up and put on a face ("wearing a face she keeps in a jar by the door"), but you never really KNOW anyone until you speak with them for a while and can get a sense of them. The face, the mask, that one can put on can hide someone's bold soul, and lonely people have a bad habit of putting on that mask.
Every day at school, I get this same feeling as you, as if there are so many souls that I have never gotten the chance to know or talk to. All I see as I walk down the hallway, my music blaring in my ears, are faces. Smiling faces, frowning faces, laughing faces, faces that are covered by someone else's, all of which I have never really seen. One of my goals in life is to be able to "see" as many people's faces as possible.
Thank you for making me think about this!
-hayley b